February 3, 2026

 

I have been thinking.  I've had a lot of time to do that because we have been staying in more with all this cold.

What have I been thinking?  I have been thinking that I am a lot smarter now than I used to be. 

It seems like - at least for me - life is much better than it used to be in terms of how I feel about myself.  I'm more at peace.

I read this on Facebook. I really liked it and wanted to share it with you and see what your thoughts were. 

Aging is a benefit in many ways.       

   

There comes a quiet season in life

where you stop trying to impress everyone

and start trying to be at peace.

You stop rushing.

You stop forcing.

You stop explaining yourself to people who were never truly listening.

You learn that slow mornings are not laziness —

they’re healing.

And early evenings are not boredom —

they’re peace you spent decades earning.

Growing older isn’t about fading.

It’s about finally seeing clearly.

You start noticing the softness in things you used to overlook:

• the way sunlight warms the kitchen tiles

• the comfort of a familiar chair

• the peace of breathing slowly

• the joy of doing nothing but existing.

You no longer need loud rooms or big circles.

A few real people — or even just your own company — is more than enough.

And somewhere between all the birthdays and all the heartbreaks,

you gain a quiet kind of wisdom:

The kind that isn’t loud,

isn’t showy,

isn’t trying to prove anything.

Just… lived.

You realize you’ve survived every single day you thought you couldn’t.

You’ve learned more from silence than applause.

You’ve grown softer, not weaker.

Kinder, not smaller.

Wiser, not tired.

And maybe — just maybe —

this is what beauty truly looks like:

A life that learned to bloom slowly.

A heart that stayed gentle in a sharp world.

A soul that finally understands its own worth.

Growing older isn’t a burden.

It’s a blessing hidden inside ordinary days.

A gift you only recognize once you’ve carried enough years

to understand what really matters.

(I do not know who to give credit to).